September chill in my bones,
Hot chocolate; a trail of warmth,
The haunting cold remains, no satisfaction.
I watch the faces, emotions on each,
Delving into talk, but I'm still empty,
Alone in this crowd.
A hand holds mine, but I can't feel,
Turning off my eyes,
Can I fool the world?
I feel small and behind the times,
Almost at something, grasping blindly,
Twisted thoughts escape and scatter.